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In the dense forest, the light is dim, the mist is shrouded, and there is still the ancient tree as thick as the wall, in it, it is like a labyrinth with a thousand turns, and it is difficult to distinguish things.

Dressed in red, like a lamp swaying in the bitter wind and rain, it seems that it will be blown away by the rain and wind at any time.

The owner of the red dress was a young girl, her apricot eyes were angry, her pretty face was scornful, and she held a short dagger of ugin against her swan-like jade neck, and stepped back. Due to the force, the jade neck, which is as delicate as mutton fat white jade, has been strangled by the dagger with a trace of blood, which is shocking!

Her temples were scattered, her face was discolored, pale and weak, and above her right hand holding the dagger, there was a bloody gap, dripping with blood all the way, soaking through the red clothes and dimming her delicate face.

Pressing on her was a tiger-wolf-like teenager, nearly two meters tall, with a bear-backed ape waist, full of great aggression. On top of his explosive body, he was supported by a pair of black trousers, a short piece of animal skin armor, leather boots, animal teeth around his neck, and long black hair draped wildly behind his head, and nothing else. With a cold face and bright eyes, he firmly grasped the girl in front of him and followed step by step.

"If you go back, the blood will drain. Stop, from me, your delicate life, can still bloom brightly. The boy spoke.

The girl disdained, clenched her silver teeth, stubbornly retreated, the grief and grievances in her heart were intertwined with powerlessness, and finally turned into an oath: "I'd rather die!"

Her right hand holding the dagger tightened, and the blood stains deepened.

The young man's eyes flashed, and then he grinned: "If you're dead, you'll be cold, although I don't mind, but I prefer you who are hot, that's more passionate!"

"Wolf Dragon, you are shameless!" The girl trembled with anger.

The wolf dragon sneered: "In my eyes, there is only the prey I want, and it doesn't matter the means. Fire Linglong, sober up! ”

The girl is Huo Linglong, who has been forced to the point of exhaustion. If death could be liberated, she would have committed suicide a long time ago, but she couldn't, she would still be humiliated after death, which is more miserable than living. She can only drag, hoping for a miracle. "Before I die, I'll break myself up into a pile of minced meat!"

The wolf dragon smiled and playfully said, "You can try."

Huo Linglong's heart suddenly recovered, and she hoped that behind her was the dark abyss, she retreated step by step, and then fell down, burying her innocent body, away from the disgusting "filth".

Suddenly, her back leaned against a wall of flesh, and intuitively, it was a man's chest, majestic and unshakable, like a haven in the bitter wind and rain, covering her swaying "light".

Before she could react, she saw that the face of the wolf dragon who followed up changed, stopped, and looked at her back fixedly.

Huo Linglong subconsciously turned around and blurted out, "Grandpa......"

In her heart, except for her grandfather, who has such a chest that can make her feel infinitely safe. But when she saw the person behind her clearly, she was stunned for a moment, and then she stepped away in fright, with a vigilant face.

The person behind her, who is her grandfather, is sloppy, with a dirty face, looking like a savage, but he is not very old, and he looks like a teenager.

But seeing that he was looking at himself steadily, as if relieved, and then seeing the wound on his arm and the dagger on his neck, Huo Linglong saw his pupils shrink sharply, as if he was heartbroken, and then heard him say to himself: "Don't be afraid! It's ...... me."

Huo Linglong's eyes were wide open, her lips were slightly open, in disbelief, and two immature words seemed to echo in her ears:

"Girl...... I, I don't really see anything. ”

"Girl, you don't really plan to kill me to vent your hatred, do you?"

and then intertwined with the current words, three sentences, three meetings, but it is like knowing three times, and it is engraved in the heart at once.

"Oh, feelings are acquaintances, so it matters, does the hero save the beauty, and there is a sense of conquest, so I don't know if I don't know how to fight?" The wolf dragon suddenly spoke, breaking the accident.

Huo Linglong was in a hurry, and shouted at Yan Lingyun: "Why are you stupidly running out, don't you think your life is long, don't you leave quickly!"

Yan Lingyun was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, knowing that her cognition of herself was still stuck in the previous two times, and she didn't defend herself, glanced at the wolf dragon, then walked up to her, stretched out her hand, and firmly took down her right hand holding the dagger, and said, "When I fall, it's not too late for you to repeat this action." But my advice is that until then, you can run and make my death meaningful. ”

Huo Linglong looked at Yan Lingyun in a daze, very unfamiliar, but also seemed to be more familiar, and asked, "Why?"

Yan Lingyun was stunned, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I want to do this, right?" He tore off a strip of almost ready-made cloth from her body, bypassed the crook of Huo Linglong's arm, and tied her under the joint of her right shoulder, and wanted to pull a second one, but it felt too dirty, so he took it upon himself to tear off a strip from under the hem of the girl's clothes, and briefly bandaged the wound on her arm.

Huo Linglong let him do it, and his pale pretty face quietly climbed up two shades of red. Yan Lingyun's appearance made her suddenly find the direction of landing in despair, no matter what the result was, she would remember this moment of standing up. Maybe he wasn't strong, but like a man, he stood in front of her when she was most in danger.

"What a touching scene!" The wolf dragon stood aside, watched with interest, and did not interrupt, but finally clasped his hands and grinned, "I have decided, for this hero who saves beauty, I will only break my limbs, so that you can watch from the sidelines, how the beauty you want to save is crying out for mercy under me, that must be more exciting." ”

A trace of evil aura flashed in Yan Lingyun's eyes, the hands that bandaged the wounds for Huo Linglong were still stable and powerful, and he carefully tied the last knot, he straightened up, reached out and untied the satchel tied behind his back, handed it to the girl, looked at her fixedly, and said seriously: "Remember what I said, once the situation is wrong, run away!" For the wolf dragon, he felt a lot of pressure, the other party seems to be a lion in a hundred battles, a hundred battles are strong, there is a kind of momentum that regards the opponent as a plaything, it is really a great battle to cultivate, and it is against it, there is a great danger, and he does not dare to say that he will win.

Huo Linglong looked up at the black face in front of her, as if she had a thousand words, but she couldn't say anything, and finally softly reduced it to one sentence: "If you lose, I will be with you!"

Yan Lingyun's heart was shocked, he had no doubt about the girl's determination to say this, he was silent for a moment, and he suddenly smiled: "If you say this, I can't be defeated!"

This smile revealed a mouthful of big white teeth, reflecting the dirty black face, like a ray of holy sunshine in the darkness, which instantly shone into the girl's heart. Huo Linglong's heart warmed, as if an invisibly injected courage to face any difficulties. The young man in front of her, she defined him as a man at once, and gradually became the same as her grandfather's majestic figure...... Superposition!

She took a step forward and stretched out her left hand, like a gentle wife, with affectionate prayers, straightened Yan Lingyun's messy robe, and didn't speak, just looked at him with her bright eyes that seemed to be able to speak.